On a 10+ she does it willingly, take +1 forward

Karen Yoshida crouches over you as you lie stunned on the pool deck from her kick. "Oh my God, oh my God, are you okay? He's not breathing, what do I do?"

You have no breath, but you move your mouth to suggest artificial respiration.

"Oh. Oh yeah," Karen says. She kneels by your side and puts one hand on your forehead and the other under your neck, tilting your head back. It's not quite a headlock, but in her state of panic, her grip is tight and her movements fast. She pinches your nose. As your vision blurs and fades, you feel her mouth on yours.

After several minutes of Karen's sweet breath blowing into your lungs, your reflexes finally come back. Even though you can't breathe, other nerves and muscles are working just fine all along. The closeness of a bare-bottomed woman, hot from her workout, kissing you deeply with her breasts pressed against your shoulder all do their work. You can feel your cock swelling, finally sticking up out of your shorts. Finally you take a deep breath, pulling air out of her lungs. You quiver, you tense, and you erupt in a fit of coughing. Then you reach a hand down to put yourself away, hoping she doesn't notice.

Karen feels you shift uneasily and looks toward your lower half. "Oh wow."

She caught you before you could even get close to your waistband. She stares for a long minute.

Your ragged breaths turn into a brief fit of coughing.

Karen looks back toward your face. Her black ponytail swings as she moves. "Are you okay?"

You try to speak but all that comes out is a croak, "I, I, I...ahh." You cough. "More?"

A suspicious look appears on her face, but softens as she looks at you lying helpless on her pool deck. Her eyes flick to your cock, still erect and sticking up past the waistband of your shorts. Then she tilts her head back and laughs out loud before bending down to meet her lips with yours. It was artificial respiration before. Now it's clearly a sensual kiss. And more. Her hand trails down your chest and finally cups round the head of your cock.

"Let's lay you down inside," Karen says.

She helps your unsteady self to your feet and walks you back into the house, letting you crumple onto a springy workout mat and roll onto your back. Her eyes keep flicking over toward your exposed cock head.

"It's okay," you croak.

"You're really big down there," Karen says.

"Yeah. Did you want...?"